It was very restful, spending a half day in the nearly-deserted Cementerio de Cristóbal Colón away from the noise and bustle of Havana and the constant contact with my fellow photographers. We each went our separate ways within the cemetery and I didn’t see any of them again until just before it was time to gather at the front gate.

On our third day in Havana, we took a taxi to the Christopher Columbus Cemetery, were given a short tour of the major mausoleums, and turned loose for the morning. Not getting lost was a major challenge.

The predominant colour in Cementerio de Cristobal Colónis white. But doors on crypts, gates and details are made of iron, and that iron has rusted.

Who has the key?

The Angel Gate.

Selfie with Lyre. I was shooting that day with my Sony R100-III

A touch or orange.

This detail, seen on a lot of the newer gravesites, has not rusted but I couldn’t figure out what it was made of.

Although religion was rather frowned upon in Revolutionary Cuba, adherents to Roman Catholicism and its many churches continue to exist. Some are in better shape than others. Our Cuban photo tour workshop leader took us to this one – which is on the border between Central Havana and the neighbourhood of Vedado.

Looking across the nave to one of the side aisles in Iglesia y Convento de Nuestra Señora del Carmen Central Havana February 2016